Hi, there.I'm back from another adventure in Miami.
It was frought with blackberries, scheduling conflicts and me and Mike Guerdon at the Falcon Pub drinking beers and Jagers and lip-synching Joe Buck and Troy Aikman calling the muted Bucs/Dolphins game and parlaying Joe and Troy as gay men. Which is not much of a stretch. Kinda like a gay, NFL, Mystery Science Theater 3000 kinda thing. It was f-ing funny. I've never laughed so hard in my life. We're drunken, pathetic, comedic geniuses.
Hanging with Grudly Mandinko is always the best. My-brother-from-another -mother and I can never fail to make each other crack up, no matter what the circumstances. Sometimes, because of the circumstances.
I couldn't help but notice that Joe Buck is a great porn name. Until you see the guy.
I got back tonight just before 9pm. This will be the last time this happens for a while. I'll be working some odd hours that suck from a life angle, but fit well from a transportation angle. The ride to and fro to Miami is a bit much.
When I told my Mom tonight I was walking to Walgreens to get some things because after a 4 hour drive, I'm kinda feeling like walking... Mom says "Yes, you walk or else Strombosis will kick in."
Great, something else to worry about.
I didn't even know about Stombosis until Mom mentioned it. I still don't know about it. I think I ordered it in an Italian restaraunt once.
And I don't want to know about it.
It would ruin the mystique.
Shuttle goes up at midnight. Both the shuttle and I should be lit by then.
Peace out.
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